At last he came to a door, with these words in glowing emeralds: THE END OF THE WORLD He did not hesitate. He opened the door and stepped through.

I've watched through his eyes, I've listened through his ears, and I tell you he's the one.

I didn't want to see you." "They told me." "I was afraid that I'd still love you." "I hoped that you would.

A broken clock is right two times a day.

I learned to separate the story from the writing, probably the most important thing that any storyteller has to learn-that there are a thousand right ways to tell a story, and ten million wrong ones, and you're a lot more likely to find one of the latter than the former your first time through the tale.

I buy way too many books.

Unfortunately, we live in a time when the media are almost a monoculture.